...yeah, and see, my entire state was too small for B&B to bother with so all I ever knew of it was the ads we'd see running during Bozo the Clown on WGN. On the other hand, the Shrine Circus would show up pretty much every year. And either they couldn't fit the tent onto the football field or they couldn't afford one so it didn't much matter that my parents steadfastly refused to let us go, my sister and I could just hang out by the fence and watch, and try to avoid the roving bands of Shriners that would see us, assume we were indigent and try to give us tickets thereby requiring us to sit in a seat and be late for dinner and get in lots of trouble.
I think the Shrine Circus had a camel. They had elephants because we'd watch them poop. But whatever the magic you're supposed to get out of seeing the circus, it passed my town by.
My wife is into cirque. I guess if that's your thing, yay. It isn't mine.